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THE BURNING OF STOUGHTON.

BY SIR W-LT-R SC-TT.

The throng doth wildly press.

Our Football leader is wet through,

The half-stripped Captain of the Crew

Has smashed his hat, and on the way

The "Praeses" of the H. A. A.

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Cries, "I will give a pewter cup

To him who is the first man up."

The Art Club dash from stair to stair,

To save the pictures hanging there;

And, liking not to be outdone,

Pull the proud crew of '81

Upon the hose, as for a cup,

Till firemen call out, "Ease her up!"

The owners of the rooms looked blue,

Their friends advised them what to do:

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